New Year's Eve

Friends, please try not to be too jealous as I describe my New Year's Eve.

During the day Tyler and I hung out. I was recovering from my stomach virus; it left me rather drained. I was too afraid to eat anything but my stomach was growling so loudly that Tyler thought there was a monster in my belly. (not really). I ate a bit of tortilla chips and mild salsa. My stomach was appeased but what I really wanted was Thai food. Rick came home and I asked him to go get me some. He said, "Jen, I'll go get it for you but I really don't think spicy Thai food is going to set well in your recovering stomach." Thinking I'm so damn smart I retort, "I'll order it mild." (Is there such thing as mild Thai?) I happily ate my Thai food and watched some cheesy movie on Lifetime. (Two hours of my life I'll never get back.)

Then it happened......I started to not feel well. I told Rick he was right. Oh, I hate eating crow! I went to bed at 9:30pm. I think Rick played Xbox or something like that downstairs.

Note to self: when recovering from a stomach virus stay away from spicy food, even if you think you've tamed it down by ordering it mild! Seriously, I don't know what I was thinking. DUH!